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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Posted on 01/12/2014 6:41:22 PM PST by not2be4gotten.com

I remember poetry night, at the kitchen table, every Wednesday.

When I was a kid, I hated "poetry night" when we had supper together.

My mom made us read poems, every Wednesday night.

It was so uncool.

That was 30 years ago and I was in my teens.

And now, I ask you to consider the following:

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost...


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My mom was so uncool
1 posted on 01/12/2014 6:41:22 PM PST by not2be4gotten.com
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To: not2be4gotten.com

We moms are actually mandated (internally) to be uncool.


2 posted on 01/12/2014 6:45:14 PM PST by bboop (does not suffer fools gladly)
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To: not2be4gotten.com

I love your Mom....


3 posted on 01/12/2014 6:48:10 PM PST by cherry (.in the time of universal deceit, telling the truth is revolutionary.....)
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To: not2be4gotten.com
So what did you think of The Witch of Cos?
4 posted on 01/12/2014 6:48:52 PM PST by gusopol3
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To: not2be4gotten.com
I thought of posting the proper scan of this poem but this seemed like a better idea:

Robert Frost reading his poem,"Stopping by woods on a snowy evening"

5 posted on 01/12/2014 6:49:21 PM PST by concentric circles
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To: not2be4gotten.com
Poetry is very valuable. It distills emotion and thought and wraps it up in stirring sentences. It helps us understand what it means to be human, by boiling things down to their essence. Or at least it did, until it became weird and meaningless.

Some songs now fill the vacuum left by the departure of quality poetry, but few songs even make the effort.

6 posted on 01/12/2014 6:51:00 PM PST by ClearCase_guy (Anti-Complacency League! Baby!)
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To: not2be4gotten.com

I’m not sure why, but I think about this one a lot.

Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries

These, in the day when heaven was falling,

The hour when earth’s foundations fled,

Followed their mercenary calling,

And took their wages, and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;

They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;

What God abandoned, these defended,

And saved the sum of things for pay.

A.E. Housman


7 posted on 01/12/2014 6:57:13 PM PST by Tijeras_Slim
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To: not2be4gotten.com

Frost was a homophobe. He used the word “queer”....


8 posted on 01/12/2014 6:58:18 PM PST by freebilly (Creepy and the Ass Crackers....)
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To: not2be4gotten.com

First heard the last lines of this poem in Telefon with Donald Pleasance and Charles Bronson! Cool film! I thought the lines of the poem were dark and mysterious as well!

Mel


9 posted on 01/12/2014 6:59:34 PM PST by melsec (Once a Jolly Swagman camped by a Billabong.)
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To: not2be4gotten.com

That was the first poem one of my elementary school classes studied. I never forgot that poem since.


10 posted on 01/12/2014 7:00:14 PM PST by BerryDingle (I know how to deal with communists, I still wear their scars on my back from Hollywood-Ronald Reagan)
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To: concentric circles

Thank you for that. I posted a few poems on Facebook, but that is happily a dying media.


11 posted on 01/12/2014 7:02:07 PM PST by real saxophonist
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To: not2be4gotten.com

I think poetery is repulsive!


12 posted on 01/12/2014 7:03:50 PM PST by dalereed
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To: not2be4gotten.com

Is this related to the new Apple iPad commercial with Robin Williams reading either Frost or Whitman?


13 posted on 01/12/2014 7:06:17 PM PST by cicero2k
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To: not2be4gotten.com

It’s funny how vivid this poem is without including a bunch of details. Somehow he’s able to invoke the scene in your mind with relatively few and relatively simple words.


14 posted on 01/12/2014 7:06:40 PM PST by Yardstick
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To: Yardstick; not2be4gotten.com

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.


15 posted on 01/12/2014 7:11:14 PM PST by concentric circles
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To: dalereed

You’re not attracted to it ,then?


16 posted on 01/12/2014 7:15:37 PM PST by moose07 (the truth will out ,one day.)
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To: not2be4gotten.com
In one of my favorite episodes of the TV show 'Elementary' Watson gave Holmes a frame potion of this poem on the one year anniversary of his sobriety.


The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


I find the words comforting and think on them when I think of giving up on something.
17 posted on 01/12/2014 7:16:58 PM PST by Kartographer ("We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.")
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To: not2be4gotten.com

Lovely musical setting of that poem:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnmpKiort2g


18 posted on 01/12/2014 7:29:09 PM PST by randita
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To: not2be4gotten.com
If you give a listen to Led Zeppelin's "No Quarter," Frost's lyrics can be made to fit that tune with just a little bit of adjustment.

Discovered this in college, I did...

19 posted on 01/12/2014 7:36:32 PM PST by Oberon (John 12:5-6)
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To: not2be4gotten.com
First remembered poem

NOVEMBER

No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon!
No dawn- no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky- no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -

No road - no street! -
No "t'other side the way" -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -

No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em!

No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No park - no ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company- no nobility -

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!


20 posted on 01/12/2014 7:36:41 PM PST by Stand Watch Listen (DEFUND the GOPe it wants our money, our votes, but NOT our principles/values/beliefs)
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